Miraculous

a prayer in poem form

It is miraculous

That the sun shines

So happily reaching 

Through the branches

Catching my eye

While the world burns

And people weep

The sun shines

Miraculous—

God, if You can speak

And make a world

As beautiful as it is, 

Who am I 

to doubt Your power

When I whsiper 

my desperate prayers?

Your goodness is seen

In the sunshine

The trees, the birds, the grass, 

You care for these

And You care for me

Too wonderful to believe

I read Your Words

I write my prayers 

I sing a song to You

Still I doubt 

If it’s enough 

Enough to make You smile

I make You out

to be a god that You are not

For You are kind

Gracious

Merciful 

Forgiving

And You give good gifts

So forgive me once more

For my faithless thoughts

And establish in me 

An understanding of You 

That is true

Renew unto me

A heart of gratitude 

For the beauty that surrounds

For the sun that shines

The birds that sing

And the flowers that grow

You do answer prayers

And You can answer mine

Though my faith is small 

Small as a mustard seed 

Please create in me

A heart dedicated to thee.

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Snippets of thoughts are often easier to write than organized prose. I am well aware that this stream of consciousness is grossly unedited and almost novice in nature. These words flowed from a heart enamored by sunlight. There were scribbled down, weighed and chosen for their simplicity. I’m learning that prayers should not be intended to impress God. How can anything from a human impress Him—the Almighty—in the slightest? Prayers should rather be honest, worshipful, and repentent. I present to you, dear readers, a prayer, in poem form.